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Miyuki watched the opening credits play on the screen uneasily, shifting in his seat every so often and sneaking a peek at you on the kitchen. You gave him a wide smile as you transferred the steaming popcorn into a bowl and whisked it with a bit of salt, forgoing the artificial cheese flavor that it came with. Miyuki chuckled in amusement, remembering how much you hate artificial flavoring for some reason.
God, he's nervous. It's been kind of a tradition for the two of you to watch your movies together right after the home video edition comes out. As a very hardworking actress who is also very talented, Miyuki is proud of how far you've come. You started from supporting characters just like most actors and now you're one of the most popular actresses in the country. It makes his heart double in size seeing you so happy.
But tonight is different. You've played different kinds of roles before. Some were as the homicidal main antagonist of a thriller movie, the prim and perfect daughter of the president of the country and even a topless mermaid with your hair perfectly styled to shield your chest from the camera. Yet what makes him sweat is the fact that this is the first time you did a bed scene in a movie and he's honestly not quite sure what to feel.
Sure, you've done dozens of kissing scenes with the most dashing actors but you've never done it in the bed, practically naked and with your biggest celebrity crush ever. Miyuki feels awful that he's so uncomfortable sitting there when he should be ecstatic that the movie historically topped every chart and was number one for months even after it stopped showing in theaters.
"You okay?" You asked him giddily, sitting down between his open legs on the floor and offering him the bowl of popcorn. The endearing motion caught him off guard since he already left a spot next to him on the couch for you but somehow it comforted him that you always seek and opt for his warmth at every chance that you got.
"I'm perfect." He smiled, planting a kiss on the top of your head, inhaling the rose scent of your hair.
The movie started and you both watched attentively as the plot played out, giving commentary on how beautifully it was executed and the effective acting of your co-actors. This movie is very different from the ones you've done before mostly because of the mature themes and plot. This is because it marks your transition from your sweet teen image to an adult and sexier one.
It revolves around the story of a young couple in an unhealthy relationship where they kind of sleep around each other. You were so happy upon being offered the role of the female main character because your leading man would be the actor you've been fangirling over ever since you started in the industry. Of course Miyuki knows this, you went to see each and every one of his films in the span of your relationship.
Suddenly you were forty-five minutes in and you started making out aggressively onscreen as the actor's hands grasped your hips.
"Oh, look at that. I did so well in that scene." You breathed proudly, taking Miyuki's hands and linking it with your own.
He shifted uncomfortably in the seat again, trying to tame the irrational irritation bubbling in his chest because gotdamn that's his girl and someone else is kissing her senseless. He gave a little 'hm' of agreement, trying to tear his eyes away from the screen where the leading man is practically ravaging you, tearing off your shirt to dive into your neck.
Do you look like that when he kisses you? He suddenly thought back to all the times you've been in the same situation.
"Kazuya, he was so great I just practically got sucked into the scene. He's such a good actor." You blurted out, voice full of respect and admiration.
His lips curled at the word 'sucked' because seriously, does that guy have to suck your face like that?
Suddenly you were on the bed and the guy moved in between your bare legs and even more suddenly Miyuki decided he did not want to watch any further. At least for now.
Hearing you talk about the bed scene and watching it materializing before his eyes are two different things and they're making his head hurt.
"I'm going to make a sandwich. Would chicken be good for you?" He abruptly stood, startling you as he walked towards the kitchen without even waiting for your response. Your love scene was still playing on the sixty-inch screen of his TV and you paused it in a very compromising scene with the actor's hand on your left boob.
True to his word, he came back with sandwiches and a forced smile; his face quickly morphing into a grimace when he sees the frozen scene onscreen.
"I honestly thought that it'd be over by the time I get back." He spoke, still facing the screen.
You let out a deep sigh. "Come here, baby." You mumbled, moving to sit on the couch and patting the space beside you.
He meekly obliged, refusing to meet your eyes as he offered the sandwich and you took it gratefully with both hands.
"Is anything wrong? Was I bad? Don't you like the movie?" You asked softly, concern sincere and evident in the frown marring your forehead.
He suddenly felt guilty for making you feel bad when you were just practicing the craft you're so damn good at. Whenever he's playing in the field, you're his number one fan; always in the bleachers screaming your lungs out for him. And because he loves you twice more than his life he promised himself he'd be just as supportive of you in your passion. Of course he knew this day would come. Love scenes were inevitable part of most every actor's career. But he really wasn't as ready to see you at it than he thought he was.
"No, no, ______. You're the best actress I know. You did such a great job in there." He replied, trying to paste on a smile that faltered halfway in his sentence.
"I'm so sorry, baby. I was just not feeling...uh, well." He continued, knowing that he sucked at lying and that you know it too but still he tried to come up with a believable answer so you won't worry.
"Kazuya, I told you not to push yourself too much. Why didn't you tell me? We could've just snuggled in bed." You chastised, shifting in your seat and reaching for the remote control.
"Don't turn it off." You suddenly heard him say.
He gingerly sat down, his eyes roaming all across the room and zoning in everywhere except for your eyes. "Look, I know this sounds ridiculous..." He started, taking in deep breaths.
"And I probably am overreacting and please don't hate me," He continued, speaking to your chin.
"But I think I'm jealous over this stupid love scene." He finished with haste, a tinge of scarlet in his cheeks by the time he was done.
He suddenly looked you in the eye, appalled by his own words. "I mean, the love scene isn't stupid because your acting is wonderful but," He stopped midsentence, his knack for words have seemingly fled along with his unwavering self-confidence and he suddenly felt like the dumbest idiot.
"I just... I'm sorry." He concluded his eyes dropping to the floor in defeat.
You suddenly had an urge to laugh because you're that asshole who has the urge to laugh in the most inappropriate situations. You bit your lip and hid your face in both palms, smiling so hard it made your cheeks hurt.
"Baby? Are you crying? I'm so sorry. I'm awful." Miyuki panicked, rising from his seat to take both of your wrists and then wrap them around his waist.
"I'm not crying." You said when you were sure you wouldn't laugh anymore.
Miyuki grasped both of your cheeks gently, tilting your face towards him and checking if you were telling the truth. He let out a sigh of relief upon realizing that you really aren't crying.
He was about to open his lips again when you pinched his leg sharply and he let out a yelp.
"Stop apologizing." You ordered, soothing his leg with a soft pat.
"It's okay. It's totally normal to feel that way, you know. I understand." You explained, stuffing your mouth with popcorn.
Even you needed time to prepare yourself for the love scene, surely there's a rule book out there stating that your boyfriend should be given enough time to adjust to it too.
"Even I feel jealous sometimes when your fangirls fawn all over you." You admitted. Hell, if you were really honest you're not too fond of love scenes either. You only took this offer because it's with your one celebrity idol that you've been fantasizing about for years.
"Let's call it a night. We are so done watching this movie." You announced, reaching for the remote again.
You were one tap away from the off button but Miyuki snatched it away from you. "Let's finish this scene, at least. Then we'll finish the rest some other time." He whispered, almost inaudible if you didn't know him well enough.
In a heartbeat, the screen was back in motion. The actor moved down your body, his lips skimming down your bare thigh, the rest of your body strategically hidden from the audience. He then moved to your knee, leaving a soft bite that elicited a deep sigh from you.
"Hey, you don't like it when I do that." He complained like a child, leaning on his hand to take a closer look at your face. The hurt in his eyes made you erupt into a fit of laughter.
"I was acting. Stop with the comparison." You shushed him once you were calm enough to speak.
Within a few more seconds the love scene ended and you were both sitting in silence in the dark of his living room.
Miyuki was reveling in the fact that though that woman onscreen looked exactly like his girlfriend, that wasn't really her. That woman reacted differently, moved differently and spoke differently from the one sitting beside him right now. After that realization, he was awed once more at how good you really are as an actress, how you took on a completely different persona as you play each role.
You ended up watching the movie until the ending, the whole thing fucking with his emotions at how sad the film actually is. It concluded with your character and the other actor breaking up and proceeding to move on in life without each other in the end. He was still reeling from the plot as the credits rolled.
"Baby." He breathed, his voice still. You turned to him mid-stretch, both arms halfway towards the ceiling and held your breath. "That was fucking magnificent." He said, actual tears burning at the corners of his eyes.
"I know." You replied with pride, showing off your toothpaste ad smile.
"I am so proud of you." He said again, making you melt as you looked at his face, his sincerity the greatest reward any best actress award could ever offer.
"But I still don't like how he ate your face." Kazuya pressed on, shoving whatever sappy garbage you were about to spew hard back down your throat and into a laugh.
"I fucking know, asshat." You grinned.
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It was half past one in the morning when you felt poking on your shoulder. You shifted away from its source and buried your face harder into the pillow. The insistent poking continued, this time with your asshole of a boyfriend throwing a leg over yours and leaning into your face so close that your noses touched.
"What the fuck do you want?" You murmured, still half-asleep.
You cracked one eye open to glare at him. "Fuck your own hand; I'm too sleepy for this." You continued, shoving his face away from yours without waiting for his reply.
He let out a breathy laugh, making you realize that maybe you aren't too sleepy for this after all because if the pull deep in your belly is any indication, you're very much awake and needy.
"I was just thinking." Kazuya started.
"You're really good at what you do. And I don't think I'll ever warm up to the idea of you making out with another guy even if onscreen..." He paused, fumbling for words.
You snapped one eye open again, searching for his reaction but it was too dark and you could only make out his silhouette.
"But please don't ever hold back for me. If the next project involves love scenes or whatever, don't reject it just because it makes me uncomfortable especially if you really want to do it. I don’t want our relationship to hinder your growth in any of your aspirations." He said in one breath.
Confident Kazuya is a thing of wet dreams. Catcher Kazuya is domineering as fuck. But Jealous, Uncomfortable Kazuya? Fucking amusing.
You doubt you'd be doing any more love scenes in the near future. It's too soon. And besides, even if it isn't that obvious because the two of you are cold and stupid fucks, you do value Kazuya's emotions big time. It didn't make you too happy that he felt uneasy about this. It’d take a bit more time and communication but you know he’ll get where he needs to be.
But it really is fun teasing him so you don't offer him any reassurance and merely shifted to your side. "I won't hold back on your account even if you beg, bitch. Now go back to sleep." You snapped, pulling him back down beside you and laying your head atop his chest.
His arm curled around you possessively, holding you close to his warmth as you both fell asleep.
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